There was a horribly lit room, it had a huge door on one end and a rusty throne with hints of gold shining through on the other end. seated in that throne was a pitch black figure, dark as the knight sky with glowing white eyes brighter then the reflections of the sun, surrounded by many other shadowy figures but the one in the center was clearly different then the rest.
It had a completely different aura, and even just looking at it could make the biggest person or being feel as small as a small insect. It was pure power in the aura, and that figure is known as the ruler of this organization, this organization didn't have an exact name, and no mere human - not even a single one, knew about it.
The huge door on the other side of the room slowly opened, revealing someone, or, something taking on a human form. that human form was around 6'0, with dark, short hair, light colored jeans and a black and white hoodie paired with it.
That being went by the name Rusty.
The pitch black figure seated in the throne finally spoke, "Hello, Rusty. I'm quite glad you were able to make it. I have a favor to ask of you."
Rusty walked into the room hastily then quietly got on one knee and bowed. "yes, id never dare miss a chance to speak with you, request anything you'd like." The figure slowly got up from its seat, and took a few steps forward and stated "you've been sitting around being completely and utterly useless to us, so I've decided to assign you an assignment." "You have one year to kill two humans. you will do whatever it takes to assassinate them without anybody noticing." it continued.
Rusty, still bowing, slowly looked up to the figure and questioned "What would happen if im not able to assassinated them by the end of the year?" the figure looked him directly in the eyes, with a sharp stare, a chill went down Rusty's spine. "You will be publicly executed, its quite simple. its only two mere humans, and you have an entire year. I expect to see you the best possible." it responded calmly.
Rusty's eyes widened at the word executed, a bead of sweat rolled down his face, he took a gulp, and spoke, trying to relax "Of course, ill do my best and I promise I wont disappoint you" he stammered.
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Times Ticking (Roomies AU)
FanfictionSome believe that the supernatural are real, others not. It doesn't really matter, right? Since it's all a folklore and doesn't exist, or so others seem to think. Rusty is not a normal human being. Hell, he isn't even a human. He's a void: a supern...
